Think I'm finally back in my zone again nigga. .yeaah

[Verse 1]

Zone 3 runner Southside what I bleed

The 3 on my back I'm A.I to these streets

And I'm running it dirty got ground on my feet

I'm the son of my city they proud that it's me

I'm shining this heat bout to penetrate deep

This summer will be the hottest one yet

Better yet it'll be the hottest one ever

If I'm watching the throne still I'd buy a Rolex

Wake up in cold sweat hoping times will get better

My timing was off hope my timing ain't never

My time has been ticking I'm trying to weather

The storm is approaching I'm trying to tell em

Hail is approaching no ice on a nigga

But hope that Atlanta prepared for a drought

If time made me money then I'd make an effort

And if I made enough money I'd make it out of the 3

(Deep) 3 (deep) deep in game CP3 with the shot

Oti Ant Davis I've been on the block

But I never get blocked I'm a beast with the rock

See a wolf could be dressed like a sheep

And the pressure increase cause I just started eating a lot

I'm telling you I have been scheming and plotting

You bite down on me know my teeth will be sharp

I'ma beast (beast), and every bite back will be deep pray to god

Then I feast (feast), table of wings let a king get a spot

No more peace, my appetite going on days I'ma eat

My eyes have been open for days and I'm weak

Cause the pressure is on me no way to release

Hustle like all seven days of the week

Insomniac dream to get paid in my sleep

Create an empire I made it for me

My label CP and my name is in ink

A couple years back put my name next to king

Castro in action dictator the beat

Slide to black pesos a favor for me

You insane if you think ain't no danger with me

I go crazy on beats get a banger for me

I straitjacket straight snapping anger in me

Like look at all this that I gave em free

No charity breaking the bank on one knee

With a ring tryna marry the game

Hope the bakery open cause I want the cake no receipt

But I still wanna get to this paper this heat

Probably bake em if they think this cake shit is sweet

And I feel like Scarface with this paper

Let it make you or break you no breaks I ain't taking a seat

Got my foot on the gas and no brakes with the three

Blasting roll through the three they would think I was king

So crown me, finally made it

Mid 90s was then but I'm m beyond it I should be finally famous

But I feel like Sean, I feel no shine

I can't feel nothing the hell am I on

I feel like I should be better with time

I needed signs, cause CP is mine

And when angered we bang em a taste of this nine

No more patience no I'm, out for paper till mine

Can erase all the problems I'm facing outside

Of my circle can't no one get trust but my mom

And I can't love a woman they waiting in line

And my face to the sky am I facing a lie

I'm awake and alive, but been pacing for mine

Chaos place faith in God and then wait for the end

I'm out for the paper align an artist within

Notebook paper Picasso a pad and pen

So i can't wait to die so that I can live

So tell me that this ain't a masterpiece nigga

I've made it to mastery nigga

My girl satin soft she a masterpiece nigga

And my pack on the back of me nigga

Watch me start running it built like an athlete

Oti see cash these green faces smile back at me

Rolling the pack 350 and the pack with me

Castro turn casual meets into casualties

I turn a battle to war tryna rap with me

Passing out hit after hit that's a battery

Hope I don't blow in your faces like acne

Scope to your dome I'm too paced with this accuracy

Chaoti coyote don't miss with this acme

I'll catch a body bounce back like a trampoline

No Hermes no Fendi my belt made for champions

Niggas with addies I'm focused on rap again